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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the disco 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Magma,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.