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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.