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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.