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 Palau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.