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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Youth Brigade to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.