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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Gong,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.