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 Cambodia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the crunk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
UT,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Swans,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.