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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.