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 Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.