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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel to the rap 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.