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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.