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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
DNA,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.