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 Panama 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.