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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.