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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.