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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Can,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.