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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.