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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.