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 Mauritania 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.