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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the dance 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.