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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.