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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Swans,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.