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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.