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 Vietnam and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
New Order,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.