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 South Africa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.