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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Busters 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Magma,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.