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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.