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 Luxembourg 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.