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 Qatar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The J.B.'s to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.