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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.