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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fuzztones 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.