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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.