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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.