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 Brunei and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.