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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.