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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
ABC,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.