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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Monks,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.