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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Brick,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.