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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.