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 South Africa 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
The Move,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.