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 Lebanon 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.