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 Syria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.