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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.