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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.