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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.