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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb 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 Skriet to the funk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
The Remains,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.