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 Syria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.