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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.