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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.