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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.