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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.