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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Mars,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.