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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 harpsichord 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 Erykah Badu to the grime 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Crime,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.