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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.