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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.