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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.