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 Russia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.