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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the techno 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
The Motions,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.