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 Suriname and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.