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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
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.