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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.