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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.