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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the disco 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Audionom,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.