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 Malta and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The Standells 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.