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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.