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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Zeros to the disco 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.