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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
MC5,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.