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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 dance 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
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Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.