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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Television,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.