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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 The Monks to the funk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.