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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.