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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.