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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.