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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.