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 Algeria 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.