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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Isaac Hayes 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '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 Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
PIL,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.