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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Agent Orange to the disco 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.