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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.