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 Angola and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Swans to the rock 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.