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 Italy and from Portland.
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 Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.