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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Livin' Joy to the punk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Q65,
The Index,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.