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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.