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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.