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 Norway and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 sitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
The Move,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.