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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
John Holt,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.