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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Can,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.