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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Reagan Youth to the rap 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
PIL,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
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.