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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.