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 Monaco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Inner City to the dance 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 Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.