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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.