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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.