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 Burkina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Hood 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.