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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.