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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.