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 Niger and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Mojo Men to the techno 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Nico,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.