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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.