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 Hungary and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.