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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Wings,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.