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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Donald Byrd to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics 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?
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.