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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.