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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.