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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.