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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.