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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Faust,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.