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 Taiwan 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.