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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.