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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.