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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Agent Orange to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Organ,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.