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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.