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 Uganda 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.