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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Television,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.