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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the disco 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.