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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.