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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
The Names,
ABC,
cv313,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.