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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.