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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.