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 Croatia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Scion,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.