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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Schoolly D to the disco 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.