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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the crunk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.