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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.