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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.