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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Skarface,
Mars,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.