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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Henry Cow to the disco 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.