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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Raincoats to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Nas,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.