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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.