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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.