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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Index to the techno 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.