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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.