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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.