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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Clear Light to the crunk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.