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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.