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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.