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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Zapp,
JFA,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.