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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.