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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.