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 Lagos.
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 Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.