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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.