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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Television,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.