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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
AZ,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.