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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.