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 Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sixth Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Index,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.