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 Philippines and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.