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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.