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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
The Move,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.