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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.