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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.