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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.