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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.