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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.