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 Burkina and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Q65,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.