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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
X-101,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.