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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Gong,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.