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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Darondo,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.