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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The American Breed to the rock 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.