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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.