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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
the Association,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.