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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.