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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.