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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.