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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Tom Boy to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.