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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Gong to the rock 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.