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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.