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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Flag to the dance 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.