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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.