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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.