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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Sandy B to the dance 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.