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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.