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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
New Order,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Crime,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.