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 Hungary 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.