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 Russia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.