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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 The Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
The Standells,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.