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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.