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 Moldova and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Cymande,
Wire,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.