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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.