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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.