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 Libya 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.