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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.