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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
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,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.