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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 X-101 to the rap 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.