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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.