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 Angola and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.