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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.