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 Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 güiro 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 Monolake to the dance 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.