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 Ghana 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.