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 Syria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.