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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Pantaleimon 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.