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 San Marino 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.