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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.