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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.