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 Barbados 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.