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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.