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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.