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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.