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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Ten City,
MC5,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.