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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.