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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.