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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover 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?
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.