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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Swans to the crunk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.