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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.