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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.