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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.