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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 ABC to the grime 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.