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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Inner City 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.