Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.