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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.