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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Martian to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.