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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.