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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
The Busters,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.