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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.