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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.