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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.