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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.