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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.