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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.