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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 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 Monolake to the jazz 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Visage,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Faust,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.