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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.