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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.