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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
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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.