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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.