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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Smog,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.