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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.