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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.