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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.