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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.