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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
PIL,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.