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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.