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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.