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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Sparks,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.