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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
cv313,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
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.