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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.