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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.