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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.