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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Wire,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
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You don't know what you really want.
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