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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.