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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.