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 Norway and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.