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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.