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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Nas,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.