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 Monaco 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yaz to the jazz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Crime,
Qualms,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.