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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Faraquet,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.