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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the punk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Smog,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.