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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pierre Henry to the techno 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.