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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.