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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.