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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mummies to the jazz 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.