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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gun Club to the rock 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.