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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.