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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Bill Near to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.