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 Albania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the punk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.