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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.