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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.