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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
New Order,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.