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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.