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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funkadelic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.