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 Brunei 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the punk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.