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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.