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 Maldives and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.