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 Finland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Gang Starr to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Skaos,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.