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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Chrome,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.