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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Fear,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.