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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.