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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.