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 Sudan and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.