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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.