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 Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.