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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.