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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
The Litter,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.