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 Ivory Coast 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic 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?
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.