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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Cameo,
10cc,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.