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 Mauritius and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.