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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 the Normal 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.