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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the punk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Unwound,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.