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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chris Corsano to the rap 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Monolake,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.