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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zapp to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.