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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Prince Buster to the crunk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.