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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Germs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.