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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.