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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
AZ,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.