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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.