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 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Harry Pussy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.