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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Organ to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.