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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.