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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.