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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.