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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.