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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.