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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 cv313 to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.