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 Uruguay 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.