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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 Winnipeg and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.