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 San Marino 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Happenings to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.