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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Barrington Levy to the rock 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Smog,
The Evens,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Lalann,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.