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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.