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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy 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?
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.