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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.