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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.