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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the disco 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
June Days,
The Litter,
John Cale,
The Names,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.