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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
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.