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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.