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 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.