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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.