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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.