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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.