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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads 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?
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.