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 Mexico and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
The Busters,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.