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 Kenya 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.