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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.