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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.