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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.