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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.