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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.