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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Brick,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.