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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. 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?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.