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 Botswana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.