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 India and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jandek to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
The Monks,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.