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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nas to the dance 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.