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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Gang Green to the grunge 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.