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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.