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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the rap 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
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,
Ludus,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.