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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Q65,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.