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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.