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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Star Department to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Franke,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Nas,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.