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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.