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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.