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 Andorra and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.