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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.