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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.