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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
June Days,
Niagra,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Ludus,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.