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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.