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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.