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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Faraquet to the crunk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.