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 Liberia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Crime,
Pole,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.