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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Brothers Johnson 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.