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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.