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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Average White Band to the rock 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.