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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sonics to the crunk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.