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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.