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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.