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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.