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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Misunderstood to the grime 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.