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 Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.