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 Malawi 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
PIL,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Marmalade,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.