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 Solomon Islands 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Smog,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.