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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 guitar 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.