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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth to the rap 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart 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 funk 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.