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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.