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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.