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 Iceland and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
a-ha,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.