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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the dance 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Faust,
Moebius,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.