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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.