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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.