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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.