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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Guru Guru to the rap 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.