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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Symarip,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
The Human League,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.