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 Luxembourg 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.