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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.