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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Zapp,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.