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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.