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 Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the rap 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.