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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
MDC,
the Association,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.