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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.