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 Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.