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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.