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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Deadbeat to the grime 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.