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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.