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 Oman and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Move to the funk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.