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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.