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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.