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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.