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 St Lucia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.