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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Cameo,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.