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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.