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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.