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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Seeds to the techno 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.