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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.