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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.