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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Drexciya 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Monolake,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.