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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
ABC,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.