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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
The Remains,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.