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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.