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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.