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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Echospace to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.