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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Connie Case to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.