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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.