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 San Marino 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 Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Flag to the rap 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.