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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Television,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.