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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.