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 Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Cure to the grunge 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.