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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.