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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
10cc,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.