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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Babytalk,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.