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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
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.
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.