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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.