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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.