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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.