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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.