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 Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
The Saints,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.