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 Canada and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.