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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.