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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.