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 Norway 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.