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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Can,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Television,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.