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 Tunisia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.