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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.