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 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Jandek to the dance 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.