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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.