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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the grime 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.