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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
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.