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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Scion,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.