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 Dominica 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
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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.