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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.