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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dennis Brown to the funk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.