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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.