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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.