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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 The Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Smog,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.