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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Trojans to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Scientists,
EPMD,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.