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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.