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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.