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 Moldova and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.