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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.