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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.