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 Singapore and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Motorama,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
AZ,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.