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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 June of 44 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.