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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Ten City 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.