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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.