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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the disco 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.