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 Spain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.