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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.