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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.