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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Circle Jerks 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.