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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 K-Klass 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.