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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the rock 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
UT,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.