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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.