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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bad Manners 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.