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 India and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.