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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Mad Mike to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.