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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.