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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 rap 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
cv313,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.