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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.