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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.