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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.