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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
UT,
Unwound,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.