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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.