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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.