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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.