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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.