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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.