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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.