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 India and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.