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 Antigua and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.