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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.