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 Netherlands 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Index,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.