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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.