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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
UT,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.