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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 OOIOO 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.