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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra to the crunk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Fear,
Deakin,
Faust,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.