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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.