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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.