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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the funk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.