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 Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.