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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Last Poets to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Moebius,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Smog,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.