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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.