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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.