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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.