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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
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.