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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.