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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pussy Galore to the grime 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.