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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.