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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.