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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.