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 Denmark 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.