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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Goldenarms to the crunk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.