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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.