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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.