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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.