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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan 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?
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.