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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang On A Can to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.