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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
The Martian,
the Swans,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.