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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.