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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.