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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.