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 Barbados and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.