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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.