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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.