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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.