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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Index,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.