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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.