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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.