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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.