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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.