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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.