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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.