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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.