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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Television,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Magma,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.