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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grass Roots to the grime 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Nico,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.