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 Serbia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.