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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Leaves to the grunge 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.