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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.