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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.