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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.