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 Jamaica and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 LL Cool J to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.