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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lagos and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.