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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.