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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
PIL,
the Normal,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.