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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
MC5,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.