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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.