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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.