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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.