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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Index,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.