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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.