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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.