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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Albert Ayler to the funk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.