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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
K-Klass,
Crime,
Symarip,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Fear,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.